I am stuck with The Margies for the rest of my life.

Fifty-six of us proudly call ourselves Margies. As a Margie, you’re on the top of the food chain when it came to staff ranking.  Literally, it’s the best thing someone under lifelong servitude can ask for.  We are still subject to the same whimsical brutalization others suffer, depending on how Moses feels that day, but our punishments are not as final as the others.

I try to tone down our excitement of my title when around others who have more menial, difficult jobs, but sometimes I can’t help to shout my excitement for trips around the world and exclusive entries to functions and parties. Margies are chosen which makes the title more delicious, it is rare to find someone who has earned the spot of a Margie— that has happened twice in the Franks’ 323-year rule.  I am not sure what and why we are chosen, I tend to stop wondering when something amazing pops up due to my job.

Our important motto:

“By any means.”

The main role of a Margie is….guiding how information is distributed.  We are the world-class public relations firm, as good as it’s going to be for anyone in a certain position of absolute power. We are the media, knowledge, and understanding of this country. National conditioning is done while we are on vacation drinking native liquors, standing around in bathing suits. If we have to spill money or blood, for a something to be projected in the media in a certain way, whether it be good or bad, so be it. It’s our job, no, our duty to keep things interesting.

Everyone spills here, everyone— You learn quickly what an innocently hollow face is capable of. It’s amazing what people are made of when it comes to being a Margie.

The only thing that makes this job horrendous is the executive president Marsha and her Vice president Rita.

I like to call Marsha ‘Miserable Marsha’. Marsa is just as miserable and tacky as her constant calls for competitions. She always has to compare herself to someone else over the smallest things. if she feels she is in the lead, she gives unneeded advice about “catching up”, if she does not feel like she is in control, she harasses the spark out of you, making your charms and personality seem like you’re “showing off.” Marsha, Queen of Gas, second to one. She is never satisfied with just keeping her empty achievements to herself.

I think she’s miserable because her frame. She’s ugly to me, short and stout—not like a teacup, which is cute, but more like a melted pot. With no pieces of ‘pot’ in place. The only thing shapely about her is how her stomach and buttocks stick out in unison. Let her tell it, she, “doesn’t need to worry about her looks anymore, she can ‘get anyone she wants who is of substance. She announces that everyday when someone else gets a compliment.  I guess that’s her way of spilling her beans that she spends a copious amount of time waiting for the boys to get drunk so she can have a turn. I mean, why else? Other than the fear of losing their jobs to lies she sells to Moses for sympathy.

It’s always a hard sell too. Sometimes, I want to shake Moses and scream that this woman is a liar.

At first, I adored Marsha. She  is intelligent and charming. She advertises herself as someone you can confide your deepest worries and secrets. However, as time goes and she starts to laser in her envy of you.  She became more and more of the beast the other girls catty in secret to each other about. First, it starts with her ‘over’ complimenting you, then those same compliments become heightened reasons why you are ‘showing off’ for the rest of the firm.  After a while, she always has a reason other people should watch out for you.

Marsha isn’t as annoying as her pet Rita. Rita is the type of person to play neutral when in reality, all she does is use your dirt to become more of a fan favorite around the office.  The only reason she has not been punished the way she should, is that when confronted with her disloyalty, she turns her bug eyes real wide, lamenting that she didn’t know what she was doing when she was doing it.  Everyone around here feels too sorry for a fool. Instead of a swift slap in the face followed by a humiliating demotion—it’s tea and a conversation about what she did wrong.

Of course, she’s back at it, playing all sides all over again.

She can’t be trusted, is my main complaint.

I remember when Kate, a mild-mannered scullery maid got into a huge fight with Inga, another scullery maid. While at lunch, Rita was excited to announce to Kate gossip about Inga. However,  Kate was flat out not interested because she, “didn’t want to waste air about people she hated.” Instead of Rita keeping quiet, she went ahead and told the news, as if she didn’t hear Kate say she wasn’t interested. It was wild, from that day one, I was weary of Rita.

You can tell Rita a story about being locked up in a tower for three weeks because Moses didn’t like your lipstick. A few days later, Rita will tell you the exact same story; only this time, it’s about her. No one would stop her while she was doing it, but everyone made fun of her doing it while her back was turned.